Happy Is The Bride That The Sun

The May-pole Is Up, Now Give Me The Cup; I'll Drink To The Garlands Around It; But First Unto Those Whose Hands Did Compose The Glory Of Flowers That Crown'd It.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

The Readiness Of Doing Doth Expresse No Other But The Doer's Willingnesse.